The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1887-01-08
TIE Ssrcorios oy usxs..,L,sN.
HOW th~ E,npsrcr End Gems. i-.--rss.
and Mia Met Th.tr Fate.

Now the Enpsrcr spa Gems. sIi<-rs.n
and Mia Met Thstr FATE.
Paris Figaro
The moment had come; each OF the
condemned men mounted the carriage
which awaited them, and they trsversed
the streets Of Queretaro in the midst Of
. motley multitude, who. respectful and
Afflicted, crowded round on their pas.
sage; handkerchief were waved, and
now and again . sob would reach the
prisoner ears. The condemned men
bowed on each side as they recognized in
the crowd many familiar face. Some
minutes before 7 o'clock they arrived on
the Csrro de las Campanas, little more
than half mile distant from the town;
here they descended from the carriage,
walked on foot halfway up the hill
called Cerro de las Campsnas, and
turned their backs against = clump Of
cactus.
The general in command Of the troops,
s. Garcia de Leon, caused an order Of
the day to be read, making it penalty
Of death for any person who should try
to prevent the execution; and the prison.
ers were then given leave to address the
crowd. The sun was by now high in
the blue sky, glowing over the profound
azure Of the lofty mountains and bathing
the valley with an intense food Of light
and heat. The Cerro. like an immense
rock thrown in the valley, stood forth
bare and ysllow.looking, green in places
with patches Of cactus and nopsls; q
square Of 1000 men surrounded the bass
Of the Cerro with its regular lines and
it. uniforms and bayonsts glittering in
the sun. Outside the medley Of the ua.
dulating crowd, toward the east sp.
psarsd the lines Of the white houses Of
Queretaro. all nearly covered with TO.
liage and surmounted with numerous
eupoias and crosses; in the far distance
the dim, blueish outline Of the Cordil.
lsras.
The officer 10 command Of the exc.
cution approached Maximilian and asked
his pardon for having to fulfil his duty.
The emperor distributed several pieces
Of gold bearing his sfRgy to the sol.
diers, recommending them not to aim =,
his face. He then embraced Gems. Mija
and Miramon, and a. the latter had
placed himself on his right. hs said to
him aloud: Brave men should be re.
spected by their sovereign to the brink
Of the grave. General, pass to the place
Of honor" Miramon stepped to tbs
centre. Then with firm voice the en-
psror addrssssd the crowd: "Mexicans.
Men Of my race and origin are born
sithsr 10 make . peoples happiness. OIL
70 y nsstys. God grant thst my blood
may b. tie last shed for The rsdsmptios
Of this unhappy country. Long live
Mexico"
Immediately Gen. Mirsmon, at tbs
top Of his voice, a. when he commanded
his troops on the battlefield. cried
''Msxioans! Before the court MARTA!
my defenders only sought to save my
life. At the moment am about to sp.
pear before my God l protest against this
name Of traitor which they have thrown
in my face to justify my condemnation
Let this spot Of infamy be removed from
my childrsn's name. and God grant that
my country may be happy. Long liv,
Mexico" Gen. Mia raised his eye
toward heaven: very holy mother,
bssssch thy Son to pardon me, ~ l par
don those who are about to sacrifice me.
A volley rang out from the file Of soldier
and amidst the cloud of smoke. which
sloly driftsd away, Macmillan appeared
writhing convulsively in pool of bloc,
and groaning: "Hay Hombre!" Tn
coup de grace put him out Of his agony
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